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DESCRIPTION: -- when last we left Wes and Wedge, they had entered Miss Mylla's Saloon and were approached by one of the Falleen girls, due to Wedge's incredible charm - She offered herself and her twin sister for 750 credits ---
Inyanna: -= A rather young Falleen girl in a barely there silver and red body stocking waits patiently =-
DESCRIPTION: --- They begin to lead the two Rogues to a room upstairs ---
Falleen: -= the first girl takes Wedge's arm and leads him up the stairs =- I am sure you two will enjoy yourselves.
Wes Janson: -=looks to Wedge with a quick look of being unsure about this=-
Wedge Antilles: -=sees wes's glance and the expression on his face matches=- -=lets the girl lead him up=-
Falleen: -=palms open the door to a LARGE well appointed room=- Right this way.
Wedge Antilles: -=steps inside the door=-
Wes Janson: -=follows the Fallens, letting Wedge take lead=-
Falleen: -=the girls lead them over to the bed=- So, what is to your liking?
Inyanna: -= slinks next to the well off looking man from Naboo =-
Wedge Antilles: -=glances at Wes for help since he's a quicker talker=-
Wes Janson: Well, Ladies. Why don't you tell us about yourselves first.
Inyanna: -= giggles =-
Wes Janson: -=looks to the twin next to him and gently kisses her hand=- I always like to know the women that I pleasure.
Falleen: -=looks curiously at her sister and rolls her eyes=-
Inyanna: -= blushes slightly as she traces a taloned finger down the mans chin to his chest =-
Falleen: -=sighs lightly and turns to Wedge=- You were quite the talker downstairs, what kaht got your tongue?
Wes Janson: -=leads his twin to the bed and stis down beside her=- You sister never told me your name, sweeting
Wedge Antilles: Actions speak louder than words -=winks=-
Falleen: -=eyes widen slightly then narrow into slits as she grins and licks her lips=- Then let's get to the action.
Inyanna: -= smiles sweetly =- Inyanna
Wes Janson: -=purrs=- Inyanna. And how long you lived here, Inyanna -=rolls the name along his tongue=-
Wedge Antilles: -=traces a finger up and down her arm=- Do you get much business on this planet?
Falleen: -=brow furrows in confusion for a moment=- Yes, Miss Mylla's is famous.
Tycho Celchu: -= she smiles, noticing the glint in his eyes. She knows she has him hooked. =-
Wedge Antilles: Well, we heard on the street that Miss Mylla's had the prettiest women in the town. We had to come and find out for ourselves. They were right.
Falleen: -=smiles brightly=- Why thank you. -=runs a hand down his chest=-
Wedge Antilles: Are there any big customers or contributors that help keep this little corner of paradise open?
Inyanna: -= purrs at him =- Are you really from Naboo kind sir?
Wedge Antilles: If I wanted to invest any money that is.
Wes Janson: All my life, m'lady. -=kisses her hand again=-
Inyanna: -= smiles and takes her top down slightly =- I bet it's beautiful
Falleen: Well... -=sigh=- There's always Guther Bartyn. He has a few of the girls he tends to prefer..
Inyanna: -= snaps a look at her sister quickly then smiles again at Wes =-
Wes Janson: -=eyes flash in desire=- Not as beautiful as you, darling. -=goes to kiss Inyanna's shoulder=-
Wedge Antilles: The mayor? Yes, I do remember him from when we arrived. He seemed knowledgeable.
Falleen: He's a pompus idiot. -=she flicks her head back=-
Inyanna: -= rolles her eyes while wes has his closed =- So what's it going to be for you today?
Wes Janson: You can say that again -=mutters, overhearing Mylla=- Thinks he can intimidate anyone he meets...
Wedge Antilles: Really? Then why do you lovely ladies put up with him? -=iduces a little more charisma into his voice trying to keep her going=-
Wes Janson: -=looks up at Inyanna, giving her a genuine, sweet smile=- Whatever you wish, sweeting. I do not want to harm thee.
Falleen: My sister has it right. We get paid by the hour. -=pushes Wedge back on the bed and begins kissing him=- I don't. The other girls do. I'd rather put up with you.
Inyanna: -= sighs =- Well...time is money lover..if you have the money. I have the time.
Wedge Antilles: -=Wraps his arms around her=- But there's still so much I want to find out about you.
Wes Janson: -=kisses Inyanna more=- Oh, i have money, and more tomorrow when I win the competition for you...
Falleen: That's alright, you will find out everything. -=grins slyly and begins to undress Wedge=-
Inyanna: -= sighs =- I so wish that were to be true...... -= looks away quickly =-
Wedge Antilles: This is just business Wedge only business no pleasure. Keep thinking that.
Falleen: -=licks her lips and looks down at Wedge's now bare chest=-
Wes Janson: -=starts to gently kiss Inyanna's neck, suckling where the shoulder meets her throat=-
Inyanna: -= pushes wes back and ripps his shirt open =- No off worlder has ever won the match. -= licks his chest =-
Wes Janson: OH, I will win it, sweeting, if only for you. -=closes eyes=- No doubts there.
Wedge Antilles: -=His thoughts fade from his head=-
Inyanna: -= looks.... it's not there. Sighs and sits up looking at her chrono =- Well, you're on 2 hours here now and thats an extra 400 creds above the 750. You want to keep going stud?
Falleen: -=runs her long fingers along Wedge's chest=- You are quite handsome.
Wedge Antilles: -=grins but not letting the corellian grin show=-
Wes Janson: -=sits up, sighing and mentally regaining some sense=- I believe we can't afford that, darling...
Falleen: -=straddles Wedge's waist and leans down to kiss him=-
Inyanna: -= stands up pulling her bodystoking back up =- You filthy cheap hutt you! -= turns her back and storms out =-
Wes Janson: -=shakes head and pulls at the remains of his torn shirt=- Gutaban...
Wedge Antilles: -=ignores the others and pulls her closer kissing her=-
Wes Janson: -=hits Wedge hard on his arm=- Gutaban!
Falleen: -=turns and glares=- Out.
Wes Janson: -=stands, a bit tiffed Inyanna left him, but also wanting to get Wedge free=- If I get no pleasure, neither does he.
Falleen: -=huffs=- My sister cannot take it, so I will please you both.
Wes Janson: No, it's her I want. -=leaves room and goes off searching for Inyanna=- Ten minutes, Gutaban.
Falleen: -=pouts=- I suppose you best go.
Wes Janson: -=walks down stairs and sees Inyanna=- Inyanna, wait.
Wedge Antilles: No, I can do as I wish. I'm not his slave.
Falleen: I do not wish you to get into trouble. He is obviously your Master.
Wedge Antilles: I am for you however. -=still grinning=-
Inyanna: -= turns around and points =- There he is...the loser that wont pay me! -= cries to the big man in the doorway =-
Wedge Antilles: No he's not. -=has to think carefully about what's rushing into his head=-
Booster Terrik: He won;t will he?! I'll show the bugger a thing or... -= recognizes Wes =-
Wes Janson: -=stops and looks at the big man=- I was told a price... not the extra charge. But I will win the competition for you in return for a few more mintues.
Wedge Antilles: Ah maybe you're right - I wouldn't want to anger him
Falleen: Perhaps you can sneak away one night and come back? -=looks pleadingly=-
Wes Janson: -=slants eyes, trying to clear his mind to see if the big man is familiar=-
Booster Terrik: -= slips the girl a 1000 cred note.=- Go play lass. I'll take care of him.
Wes Janson: -=blinks=- What in Hoth is Booster doing here?
Wedge Antilles: -=smiles=- I'd like that
Falleen: -=giggles=- Good.
Wedge Antilles: -=kisses her hand=- I'd best be off.
Booster Terrik: -= looks to make sure all are gone =- You better have a good explination lad! -= sneer turns to half smile =-
Falleen: Come back soon...
Wes Janson: -=gives Booster a half smirk for a second, then puts back on his Naboo airs=- Well, would you not want a few more minutes with such a lovely specimen. - but let's not fight, good sir. Instead, let me and my guard... whereever he is, buy you a round at a local cantina.
Wedge Antilles: -=gathers his shirt and heads to the door giving her one last wink before he exits=- -=walks down the stairs=-
Booster Terrik: -= nods =- Aye, but I would carry a bit more cash if I were you next time -= laughs hearty =- I'll take ye up on that drink lad, maybe two!
Wedge Antilles: -=puts his shirt back on as he gets to the bottom=-
Falleen: -=sighs deeply and flops down on the bed=-
Wes Janson: I don't need cash. My trip is supplied by my family. A big family
Booster Terrik: -= smiles noticing Wedge =- Aye, I like big families
Wedge Antilles: -=still wearing a huge grin=- Shall we go gentlemen?
Wes Janson: -=sees Wedge come down the stairs=- Especially young ones who can't control themselves. Yes, let's go.
Booster Terrik: After you lads
Wes Janson: Gutaban, to the three jetties. I owe this man a round.
Wedge Antilles: -=steps outside whistling a corellian tune=- Sure thing boss.
Wes Janson: Maybe we can comm Davin and Lady Pickston to join us?
Booster Terrik: I believe they went back to Hotel. If I know who you're refering to lad.
Wes Janson: -=looks to Wedge and sighs=- Then maybe the hotel would be better. Room service is supposed to be very delicious here.
Wedge Antilles: Sounds good too boss. It's such a nice day, maybe we can cook out on the balcony? -=spins around a pole=-
Wes Janson: No, you are not allowed to cook. not after that last meal you made. -=raises an eyebrow at Wedge=- Stop acting like a Kid, Gutaban.
Wedge Antilles: -=snaps out of his ego boosted self and nods=-
Booster Terrik: -= grabs both the men in a huge bear hug =- Come lads, let's save the joys for Drink and food at the Hotel! -= smiles =-
Wes Janson: -=gasps for breath=- We're happy to see you too!
Booster Terrik: -= muses the hair and loosens the grip =- Sorry lad! -= laughs hearty =-
DESCRIPTION: --- Wedge, Wes and Booster finally make it back to the Hotel ---
Wes Janson: -=walks Booster and Wedge to the hotel, pulling out com=- C> Davin, where are you and Lady Pickston?
Tycho Celchu: C> We're in the room
Wes Janson: C> Ok, we're on our way up, and have some company. Order some dinner and drinks.
Tycho Celchu: C> Copy -= orders drinks and food =-
Doc Anreson: -=looks at tycho=- What's going on? -=snapping from her reverie=-
Tycho Celchu: They have company...be ready
Doc Anreson: -=raises eyebrows, then looks down to the comfortable gown she's still wearing, and the headshawl tossed over the arm of the chair=- Do I have to put the shawl back on?
Wes Janson: -=puts com away and enters hotel=- Gutaban, where is our room?
Tycho Celchu: -= nods =- just in case
Doc Anreson: -=picks up the shawl and drapes it over her elaborate braiding, tossing the sides across her throat=- -=returns to gazing out the window=-
Wedge Antilles: -=thinks=- The third floor.
Wes Janson: Think? Or Know?
Tycho Celchu: -= takes the saftey off his blaster and stands near the door =-
Wedge Antilles: I dunno maybe it was 4th. How do you expect me to remember after that?
Wes Janson: -=shakes head=- let's go.
Tycho Celchu: -= sets the blaster on stun and waits for a knock at the door =-
Wes Janson: -=walks with Booster and Wedge up to the FOURTH floor and to their room, knocking on it in a secret code=- Corellians.....
Tycho Celchu: -= opens the door a bit and peers out =- Pass word?
Wes Janson: -=shakes head=- Put the gun away, Davin.
Tycho Celchu: -= smiles =- Password?!
Wedge Antilles: How about there's some hungry fellas out here with blasters?
Wes Janson: -=smiles sweetly=- Agamar is the center of the universe... and will be supplying your wardrobe if you don't open the door.
Doc Anreson: -=looks toward the door and chuckles behind a hand=-
Tycho Celchu: really?
Wes Janson: -=evil grin=- Yub Yub, you little -=bites lip=-
Tycho Celchu: -= opesn door and holsters gun =- Well..why didnt you say so to begin with? -= smiles =-
Wes Janson: -=motions for Booster to proceed him in=-
Doc Anreson: -=merry eyes above her hand as she chuckles from the interplay, then her eyes widen as she recognizes the man who'd gotten her the shell=-
Tycho Celchu: -= closes the door behind them =- The room is clean. We can talk.
Wedge Antilles: -=searches for the food=-
Doc Anreson: It's not here yet.
Wes Janson: -=turns to Booster=- What in Hoth are you doing here?!
Doc Anreson: -=says to wedge while eyeing booster warily, looks sharply at wes=- You know him!? Who is he- -=stands and looks at booster=- who ARE you?
Wes Janson: -=looks to Tycho and raises a eyebrow=- you already met?
Booster Terrik: -= smiles =- Booster Terrick, smuggler king of the outer rim! -= laughs hearty =-
Doc Anreson: -=purses lips and folds her arms=- Hn.
Wes Janson: -=leans over to Doc=- And father in law to a pesky Rogue jedi.
Booster Terrik: The Errant Venture makes many a run here. We supply the local brothel with deep discounted goods. And me men get a little R&R. -= laughs =-
Doc Anreson: -=tilts towards wes=- you mean corran? -=quietishly=-
Wes Janson: What other Jedi we have?
Doc Anreson: Point.
Booster Terrik: -= looks at Wedge =- The question is lad. What are you doing here?
Wes Janson: -=pokes the Doc=- He's a good man, my'lady. Saved my life, so I owe him a lot.
Doc Anreson: -=still has the shell in one hand=- And he bought me a shell.... -=unfolds arms and grinns lopsidedly, looking almost corellian=- Well met.
Wedge Antilles: On a mission old pal.
Booster Terrik: Aye, always a mission with you lad. I hope our chance meeting has not blown your cover.
DESCRIPTION: -= the door buzzer rings =-
Doc Anreson: I've got it -=makes her way to the door=-
Wedge Antilles: -=eyes lock on the door=-
Wes Janson: -=holds up hand to shush the men=- -=hands on blaster=-
Doc Anreson: -=palms the door open=-
Wes Janson: Yes, don't ask who it is... good move Doc...
Booster Terrik: -= watches the girl and looks at Wedge =- If I did not know better, I'd swear she's A Corellian. -= whispers =-
Waiter: -= a young mon cal stands there with two carts of food =- Room service, ma'am.
Doc Anreson: -=well modulated tone of voice=- Thank you. -=stands back and waves a hand into the room=- Just push it in.
Wes Janson: -=steps to the side, observing the Mon Cal=-
Waiter: -= pushes one cart and pulls the second into the middle of the room, looks around nervously =- Um, if I could get someone to sign, please.
Doc Anreson: -=pulls some credits out of her riticule and gives them to the Mon Cal=- Milord will sign -=aves a hand to Wes=-
Waiter: Thank you ma'am. -=pockets the creds, then hands Wes a datapad=-
Wes Janson: -=steps a bit closer and takes the pad and signs=-
Waiter: Thank you sir. -=takes pad and exits room quickly=-
Doc Anreson: Good evening, -=palms the door close=- Eat up, gentlemen. -=takes off the head-scarf and tosses it aside with a motion that indicates her thoughts=- free at last!
Tycho Celchu: -= at Tycho's direction Ugh rolls up from the corner of the room and does a sensor sweep on the carts =-
Wes Janson: -=looks at food=- you first, M'Lady. -=goes off to find a new shirt=-
Wedge Antilles: -=is strangely in the mood for melon. Goes to the food and grabs a large melon=-
Doc Anreson: -=finds some corellian fried cluck, takes some, and goes to sit back in the chair by the window to eat it=-
Wes Janson: -=comes back in buttoning up a new shirt and tosses one at Wedge=-
Tycho Celchu: -= Ugh whistles and extends a pincher...he removes a small device from one cart and crushes it =-
Wedge Antilles: -=slices it in two and takes a bite out of it=- -=throws the melon into the air and attempts to catch his shirt and then catch the melon inside it=-
Tycho Celchu: -= he beeps happily and returns to the corner of the room =-
Wedge Antilles: -=he catches the shirt but the melon bounces off of it onto the ground=-
Doc Anreson: -=looks at wes curiously, a bit of worry behind her eyes=-
Booster Terrik: -= Booster never eats the food here. =-
DESCRIPTION: --- everyone seems to notice Wes' shirt is a bit bulkier from the blaster-proof vest he's wearing, something the marksman NEVER wears ---
Doc Anreson: -=sets fried cluck down on the plate and licks off her fingers as she stands=- Wes, a moment of your time?
Booster Terrik: -= eyes wes =- Put on a wee bit of bulk have you lad? -=laughs =-
Wes Janson: -=laughs at Booster=- Yeah, I'm a growing boy. -=looks to the doc=- Why?
Doc Anreson: Humour me?
Wedge Antilles: -=watches as he eats the other melon=-
Doc Anreson: -=nods toward bedroom=-
Wes Janson: -=shakes head and pats Booster on the back=- I'll be right back. -=follows the Doc=-
Doc Anreson: -=goes to the room and waits until Wes is inside before palming the door shut, folds arms and looks at him appraisingly=-
Booster Terrik: -= smiles, grabbing a tankard of ale =- Take yout time lad! -= laughs =-
Tycho Celchu: -= Tycho moves to the corner and converses with Ugh in hushed tones =-
Wes Janson: What is it, M'Lady?
Doc Anreson: -=thumps the back of her knuckle against his chest=- That's what I'd like to know. Wes, are you alright? -=concern laces her voice=-
Wes Janson: I'm entering a shooting contest. A lot of people I don't know with blasters. I'm not taking any chances. -=smiles=-
Doc Anreson: -=sighs=- -=shakes head=- that's not like you though....
Wes Janson: It's part of the costume Lady. now if you excuse me, I'm being rude to my guest.
Wedge Antilles: -=wonders if he ever caught the falleen's name=-
Doc Anreson: -=steps aside=- Certainly.... -=palms the door open and watches him worriedly as he exits=-
Wes Janson: So, I found out some interesting bits of info at the Saloon while Wedge was being licked. Anything you guys find out?
Booster Terrik: -= intrigued =- What did you find out?
Wes Janson: Besides the fact you give 1000 creds to women for pleasure, you mean?
Doc Anreson: -=sighs and enters the main room, going back to her Cor-fried cluck=- What's the news? -=asks without looking up from her ersatz meal=-
Wedge Antilles: -=remembers he didn't ever pay=-
Booster Terrik: -= laughs hearty =- She's one of my best informants. Also on the payroll of every major player here I might add.
Wes Janson: Oh really. -=sits down across from Booster=- She told me that no off worlder has ever won the sharpshooter competition here. Think you can find out why?
Booster Terrik: Aye, tis true lad. No one has. Anyone who has come close, has disappeared before the end of the event.
Doc Anreson: -=pauses mid bite=-
Wes Janson: Have they ever "reappeared"?
Booster Terrik: -= laughs , taking a drink =- Maybe in the gullet of a big fish. I don't rightly know lad. None of my buisness. I'll look into it for you though. -= smiles ==
Wes Janson: -=mentally shudders=- Why do I like this place less and less?
Doc Anreson: -=puts down food=- We won't let you disappear.
Booster Terrik: -= grins =- Likely lad because the mayor of the place used to be the local Moff under the Empire. He's got a lust for money though. That keeps him in check.
Wedge Antilles: -=breaks the silence=- I'd definitely like to get more on this mayor
Booster Terrik: -= takes another drink =- Rumors all of course. I'm not from here lad, so I would not count anything as 100% certian. -= smiles =-
Wes Janson: Who one the last match>
Booster Terrik: -= scoffs =- The Venture was Coreward at that time. I'm not sure. The local fishermen know. Ask them.
Wes Janson: -=leans back, tipping chair on it's back legs and folding arms=- Come on Booster... you're supposed to be this all knowing smuggler. Surely you can find this stuff out for us.
Booster Terrik: Aye, but at what cost? -= grins widely =-
Wedge Antilles: We can get Hobbie's team on it if you'd like. -=holds out a piece of melon to wes=- Melon?
Wes Janson: -=takes the melon and nibbles on it thoughtfully=- Come on, Booster. For old times sake? I'll tell you where Corran is and you can send some trouble his way... as long as it doesn't blow his cover... -=grins=-
Booster Terrik: -= sits back grimacing =- You drive a hard bargin lad. You sure you're not related to me? -= grins =-
Doc Anreson: -=mumbles=- there's a theory he's an honourary corellian.......... -=under breath=-
Wedge Antilles: -=finishes the melon=-
Wes Janson: -=laughs=- Thanks Terrick.
DESCRIPTION: --- Wedge is still thinking of the Falleen girl and vaguely remembers feeling a knife sheath along the young girl's leg ---
Wedge Antilles: -=gazes off pondering about what popped into his head=-
Doc Anreson: -=looks at wedge and wonders what's on his mind=-
Wedge Antilles: maybe they just use it when customers get too feisty - Could be some connection with the mayor also. Beautiful assassins of some sort. - Or maybe I'm just nuts.
Doc Anreson: -=pulls out her new shell and twirls it in her fingers as she turns to look out the window at the gathering nightfallstuff=-
Wes Janson: I hope our fisherboys are getting more info than we are -=sips drink=-
Tycho Celchu: -= Tycho comes back over to the crowd =- Maybe one or two of us should go check out the event place, see if we find out anything........
Doc Anreson: -=looks up from where she's sitting=- I'm listening.
Wes Janson: I don't know if I'm allowed to go, seeing I'm a contestant.
Tycho Celchu: Well, i'm just thinking that maybe, whoever is behind all this has something being set up there...before the event goes off
Wes Janson: -=nods=- feasible.
Tycho Celchu: ....or not........ -= walks back to corner with Ugh =-
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